A two minute battle against Mythology for www.goldmic.com. Click on the Lyrics/ Story page for a picture of Mythology as well as my lyrics.
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Story behind the song
- His "so called" album is titled "Myth-O-Logical"
- Look at his pic...need I say more?
- Plus, he probably threw military personals in there about me...thats fine as well as expected. Most people don't even know enough about the military to comment on it; just what they see on TV, lol. I don't really respond to those kinds of disses. So thats str8..
- He also asked if he could spit for 3 minutes and I said, "Go ahead". I don't think it will affect too much.
- Try to understand that I didn't have much time to write or record this.
Lyrics
Yo, I'm bleedin' this myth
He says his album is Myth-O-Logical and he's right because it doesn't even exist/
Who believes in a myth, honestly?
I'm settin' fire to Mythology without burnin' copies of The Odessey/
You gotta' be kiddin' me--
You could never possibly demolish me or get rid of me--
You couldn't give me "the boot" if you handed me Italy/
Just to put it simply and cleary
You don't appear to be near to me lyrically/
You're critically obese; A poser cuz
You got bigger "rolls" the Charmain Ultra does!/
And you don't beef off the net
You need to take that hood off yuh' head and use it to wipe the bacon grease off yuh' neck/
Ima' teach ya'll respect
If ya'll are Murder Avenue than the street is the perfect place to beat ya'll to death/
Yes, welcome to my terror dome
You little pipsqueak voice makes Mike Tyson sound like a Baritone/
You ain't even allowed to rap when your parents home
And the Hip-Hop culture is somethin' that you've never known/
So don't pretend to own your own style
I'll have you on your profile pic disfigured with severed bones/
Gon' wit' ya' bad grammer
I'll back hand ya'Back to ya' fat Nana' and stab ya' with a Jackhammer!/
And I'd attack you on the street
Ya' rhymes are like cops with desk jobs; Not even on "The Beat"/
And usually I still wouldn't murk you
Cause you're a herb who hasn't been through puberty and still has a curfew/
How you challengin' me and you don't even deserve to
Have your words posted on the same page as my verse too?/
If you try to be "preme" this site will reimburse you
Or splash your money with acid til' it burns through/
I don't even have the words for Mythology
He's so sorry he prolly' owes all of these voters an apology (I'm Sorry)/
For wastin' their time and, in fact,
He owes me one for makin' me waste a rhyme and a track/
On his whackness; I can't even consider him practice
He's just an amatuer rapper that's beggin' for blackness/
But fact is: How true is this?
I'd be lyrically impared too if my state idols were the St. Lunatics!/
So what you do is this; Put your mic down
Shut this site down, and go cling to your mother's nightgown!/
Right now...the solution is this;
You need to quit spittin' as your resolution this year/
And the truth is this here:
Take the St. Louis Arch, add another. That's the sign of your future career/